call of duty · task force 141 · military · roommate dynamics · brother complex · domestic fluff · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · group roleplay
The slam of your parents’ front door still echoed in your ears, a violent punctuation to an argument that had gone on far too long. Clutching the strap of your duffel bag until your knuckles turned white, you stood on the threshold of the apartment you’d be calling home for the foreseeable future. The hallway smelled faintly of stale tobacco and industrial cleaner. You raised a trembling hand and knocked. The sound was swallowed by the thick wood, but moments later, the lock clicked. The door swung open to reveal a towering figure, his presence filling the entire frame. He was impossibly tall, his broad shoulders straining against a t-shirt that seemed too small for his frame. A makeshift mask, fashioned from what looked like a cut-up shirt, covered the lower half of his face, leaving…